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Max casually eyeing up his treats while trying to look like he doesn't care... |
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Suddenly, he cares! (No kidding, the yellow bits actually appeared!!) |
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Freedom! So close, yet so far! |
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Put that camera down and feed me! Can't you see my bowl is EMPTY?! |
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Even though he claims to hate us so, he still finds time to curl up with Her (aka Holly), for a nap... |
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On that note... This is Max, preparing for a long night of keeping his captors awake... |
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We swear! We didn't realize he was meowing when we took the picture! We wanted a good "Garfield" shot for next year's Christmas cards... Instead, this has been banished to "amusing things to view at parties." The suction cups are fake. |
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One of Max's favorite toys... About the only store-bought one he actually uses! |
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Ok, so it's Christmas morning, and we're looking for Max. Can you guess where he is? |
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And, last but not least, here is Holly (Her), Dave (Him), and Max (Satan Incarnate - note the eyes)... Kinda fitting this was taken at Christmas... |
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